The Strix Come Marching Home

by hiko no sakana

First published

when a dm got bord and a player even more so. Oh and a strix sorcerer was available .

A young and under trained strix by the name of Garfuncle through either some fault of his own but most of the fault lies elsewhere. As a stranger in a strange world he must find a way back to find revenge so his hate soaked heart can know some peace or if he stays there for long enough will he finds something else just as good...a home.

I am not shore what else this work qualifies for.

peekaboo to a brand new world

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Garfuncle was learning the best way to kill humans in week points in their armor. When there was an explosion. Those humans had got organized and magical...again. Grandpa was swooping out of the back of the cave with alert one his face. He started to chant, and a shield of mystic energy appeared in the cave entrance, "Sun do you remember the spells I tough you?"

"Yes Granpa, I remember all to well let me at them," I said with more than a little over enthusiasm.

"No you are too young and not trained well enough and that was a big bang they have masters in the human arts," he said with a level of force he only got recently that would make everyone do as he said as he continued, "Do not use them unless there is no choice best not let the humans find out you can use magic!"

There I sat in a daze trying to think about what I had been told trying to make séance of the order I was given. Then the cave entrance exploded in fire and ice. Grandpa chanted and waved his hands in response to that trying to redouble the barrier but it was for not as the cave was breached a moment latter from the side and a jolt of lightning put my elder down. I started to cast a spell as grand-papa taught me but blacked out.

I came to some time later with pain, mind blinding pain, that raised and lowered with my breath and heart, I blacked out...again.

I became conscious once more lying down on a table with a bright weight light that seemed as bright as the sun at noon. Murmurs that I could not understand where coming from all around. "It wakes," a new voice boomed in with an accent that I have come to identify with magic voice when grandpa used when not human monsters came into the valley we called home, "We will begin the sapienization with the removal of the wings!"

I looked for the source of the voice and found it a tall human with a beard that reached its knees. I began to struggle but to no avail. Some other humans advanced with knives that glowed with unknown spells or acid or something. They let my arm up but clasped it in an iron dangling from the ceiling. I flailed in what room the chain provided casting what spell I know acid splash, daze, and sang out a lullaby imbued with what magic I had but it was for not. When I switched tack and built up what magic I could and let it out in one great burst only to pass out again.

***

I awoke scared and likely dying when I heard voices, new voices. They did not belong to any kind of Man I knew of and o could not understand a word, is they even spoke in words. The neighing, braying and growling where near deafening. I opened my eyes to see what had me now that I was a pick...weight why do I have four legs...and no arms. I need to move. Standing was no easy feet, but manageable, I walked four a few paces when my wing...yes I still have wing but the right one lost some feathers on a branch but I could care less those humans did not get my lovely wings. I can still fly, ha ha ha I exclaimed in my mind as I launched myself up from the ground to find my self front heavy, only to come crashing back down. This was a spectral every nearby would have seen yet at first it seamed to garnish no attention. I returned to my new standing position and tried again and managed to fly some way before re-balancing on my too-far-forward-but-not-quit-far-enough-wings from there I went I high I as I would and not fell the need for the ground, up where the air is clear, and oh my did I get a look at where I was. Flat lands, the kind of land that has no way to judge distance except the change in the green of the ground. This is the king of land my body hated with ever fiber, the kind of land the humans called home, the kind of land that had no appreciation for the sky and its beauty. Here the humans have nowhere to hide, but neither do I and that is why they lived so long. Now that I am here that will be corrected.

***

Twilight was jogging in the running of the leaves for the fifth time when she herd a voice unlike any she herd before. When she turned to see who it was she saw what should have been Luna...if she where a he and a lot younger.

***

I a young strix flow and flow looking for woods dense enough or hill tall enough to provide shelter when I needed rest. At last far to the north I found just such a range but it was too cold that far north. So I turned east and found the sea. So I turned south and found caves in the cliffs that the sea had failed to cut over time. From there, now conserved fore I had yet to sea another humanoid, I flow in ever growing circles to find any other sentient life as he worked of his 'human arts' so he would be ready when his time came he would be ready.

Months passed and my magic was beginning to attract attention. So I moved...a lot and decided to stick with the roads but that availed me little, for only dumb ponies walked the streets when ever I got there. Now I was getting scarred they know where and when I was an let their munts lose and fled town when ever I came near town. Why do they not attack me, I am alone and an inky growing in power, so I will even be scared of me, by the wind and mountains I am already scared of me.

***

"So," Discord said in a much too long, much too giddy way, "New magic user or users in Equstria and you cant find them."

"I just don't understand how they keep eluding me," Princess Twilight said in a perturbed manner, "I mean I saw them but I cant get a fix on them and the magic they are using is becoming powerful indeed. We even have Luna trying to track them down through dreams but they either don't get seen or don't stay for long enough for some one to get a god look at them."

"So what are you just going to keep throwing yourself at this the same way," Discord asked with tone of hurt, "I thought I taught you better that that."